you sang to my ears when my heart was broken.
you were there when the world did not listen.
your songs of love and broken dreams,
was near to my heart or so it seems.
he sat down closer and breathe a speck of my spirit,
for when i realized, he was just a phantom under the shadow lit.
i abandoned you, when you heard me and you came,
i need my freedom from your treacherous promises of fame.
i am the wandering dream for your night to fall asleep,
i used to be the pillow for your soul to keep.
begone, o ye useless thoughts of shameless women,
begone, o ye hateful romance from the omen.
my phantom lies inside your insanity,
as i creep your soul through this reality.
- hasbath the reckoner
confessions of a dog soldier
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